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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 14:54:48 GMT -5
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]OPEN [attr="class","gold"]375 words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]Can Monsters Shed Tears? Care To See? It was just like any other day in Midgar. Heavy traffic, people going about their business and children playing. There was one face in the crowd that didn't look particularly happy. She was leant against a brick wall, arms folded and her right foot resting on the cold stone. Her eyes were closed, one cover by brilliant scarlet hair. It seemed she was listening, trying to hear one sound in particular. The green protomateria around her neck shone with a wary brilliance. Like it was fighting with the monster deep within. Her eyes snapped open was some tried to grab at the lodged protomateria. With quick actions, the female grabbed the potention thief's wrist, spun around and pinned him against the wall, arm up his back in a painful position. "Who sent you?" she demanded, her tone was quiet but harsh. The man howled in pain. "Please, Miss... You're hurting me." he begged. "Do I look like I care? Now tell me who sent you!" she barked, her voice a tad louder. The thief managed to pull out a knife, and pierce his heart. "Tch." The firey haired woman spat.
Luckily people seemed to not pay attention to what happened, and the woman left as she threw the body in an alley. She began walking to who knows where, her hands in the pockets of her coat. People gave her odd looks, like she didn't belong around them. She knew that and didn't care. She knew she was a monster, a creature created by science to be used in warfare. The memories of her time at Deepground flooded back to her, and they made her feel sick. The smirks on the scientists as they injected her day after day with various substances, until they merged her with the Death Dealer. She found a bar, and went inside. Sitting down, she ordered a strong bourbon. Looking into the caramel coloured liquid, her troubles seemed to melt away. She nursed the drink, lost in thought. It was the ringing of her mobile that jolted her out of her daze. "Hello? Who is this?" she asked, sounding monotone and slightly bored. She looked up at the TV, as she waited for her answer. No peace, only war. Typical. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#9463c9 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#693a9b;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 16:03:10 GMT -5
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While it was hard to initially notice, what appeared to be a pair of pink, cotton cat ears would peak themselves up from behind the bar, moving along behind it like a shark fin gliding along the water. It halted next to the bartender, a surprisingly wide sleeve with an oversized cat-paw like design reaching up to tug upon his apron, alerting him to its presence. The figure behind the counter stated with a surprisingly young voice for a bar such as this, "Sir, I've taken care of the pests downstairs, do you mind if I get a glass of water before we discuss payment?"
The bartender would roll his eyes, but begrudgingly nod, walking over to the mountain of empty glasses, and swiftly filling one up with tap water. A low purr could be heard over the chatter of the room, and with that, the red hoodie adorned feline would walk out from behind the bar, taking a seat on a nearby bar stool, as if putting himself on a pedestal to show off to the bar just how much he stuck out from everyone else. He wasn't human in the slightest, and given his size and attitude, small and chipper, it seemed like he was just a child that was far away from whatever freaky cave he might have crawled out of. Looking around at his surroundings, he swiftly noticed the attractive woman holding onto her glass of...a quick sniff of the air confirmed that it was bourbon, and with how...default it was, the cat couldn't help but chime, "You know, that would taste a lot better if you added some angostura bitters and sugar to it. I mean, that's if you care about the taste any...of course..."
The cat seemed to quickly realize how assumptuous his remark was, and pouted a little to himself, feeling quite silly for having interrupted the poor woman's phone call! Still, not able to properly shut himself up, he would continue forth, and finish off with a simple introduction, "Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Harukaka, but please just call me Haru. Sorry for interrupting your call...
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 20:25:53 GMT -5
Pray, how could it have come to this?!
Wide blue eyes look down mournfully into the empty glass in front of him, regarding the offending ice cubes with a thousand yard stare.
The contract had seemed so simple! Aquire the emerald Materia (Apparently what the Humes of this world called Auracite) from the red tressed maiden of perpetually sour countenance. While Blaise wasn’t well versed in this machine-infested world’s currency, the numbers involved certainly spoke for themselves. What red-blooded Ivalician clansman wouldn’t snatch up so paltry a task for so generous a pay out! Why, there wasn’t any uncouth bloodshed involved this time, an errand suitable for a gentleman surely!
But now here Blaise was, several seats down from the mark with his overeager partner’s body cooling in a godsforsaken grimy backstreet (Scions rest to his distressingly unwashed soul), trying to drink away thoughts of his employer’s immanent wrath. Things took a turn for the surreal when he was joined by a cat cruelly ensorcelled to bear the habits and speech of man. Whatever witch had bound the cardinal-clad feline as her familiar had given him the name Harukaka evidently.
Half listening to the ensuing conversation, Blaise found himself caught upon a philosophical precipice. Was this enchanted creature uniquely epicurean, or did all cats have such sommelier-esque insights into matters of bourbon but simply lacked prowess of expression?
“Can I get you something anythin’ else?”
Blaise glanced up at barkeeper, eyes somewhat manic as thoughts raced on how to salvage the current venture. “Oh um.” The mage sighed but self-pity evolved into purse-lipped speculation. Adorable and fluffy aberration against the natural order or no, Haru definitely had acute judgement on this miserable excuse for a vintage.
“Another, with angostura bitters, if you would sir.”
@onewingedangel @harukaka
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2018 14:30:58 GMT -5
[attr="class","foreign"] [attr="class","dust"] [attr="class","gold"]@harukaka @amal [attr="class","gold"]352 words [attr="class","gold"]notes ulla [attr="class","sun"]Can Monsters Shed Tears? Care To See? Elstan had seen some talking felines in her time, but not ones that dressed in... Well whatever that cat was wearing. She ended the call quickly. Something was off, she had been in similar situations before, and they always ended in a fight. She knew others had been after her Protomateria and if they somehow got it off her, the creature inside would be free. She didn't want to put these civilians in any danger. Elstan looked at the cat, but brushed him off. "I'm not in the mood, Kitty... So go home. Your master is waiting." she said, rather rudely. It was obvious she wasn't in any type of mood to talk. Not with what just happened. Her scarlet hair looked like blood in the dim light. Little did she know, someone else was after her Materia. She eyed the brutes in this place, a scowl upon her features.
She stood up, placing some money on the counter. She felt a hand on her shoulder that turned her around. "The boss has been lookin' for this. They fetch a pretty penny." an overly muscled bald man said. "Oh? Do you want to know what happens when I remove it? What darkness is unleashed? Death comes for all, and if you don't back off you'll be meeting him sooner than you think." Elstan growled. The man tried to land a punch but she dodged it, drawing her scythe. "Protomateria helps keep the beasts that dwell within former Deepground experiments under control. Well... For my case at least." Elstan said, as she elegantly swung her blade, bringing it down on the brute's stomach. "Anyone else?" she hissed. Most of the men backed off and went back to what they were doing, like it was normal someone got their butt handed to them in this bar.
Elstan sat back down and turned to the cat. "Forgive my earlier rudeness. My name is Elstan Stormblade. Was there a reason you began talking to me? Maybe distract me, so that boy next to you can swipe the Protomateria?" she said, her eyes splitting through the feline. [newclass=.gold]background-color:#fff;padding:2px;border-left:#9463c9 10px solid;font-family:century gothic;font-size:10px;color:#693a9b;width:120px;margin-top:10px;opacity:0;transition: 1s all;text-align:left;[/newclass] [newclass=.dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(1); filter: grayscale(1);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .dust]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .gold]opacity:1;transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign:hover .sun]-webkit-filter: grayscale(0); filter: grayscale(0);transition: 1s all;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar]background-color:#fff;width:1px;[/newclass] [newclass=.foreign ::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background-color:#666;width:1px;[/newclass] [googlefont=La Belle Aurore] |
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